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His soul looking down / saw the shell it left behind / finally empty.

My ex-father-in-law, my children’s other grandfather, has died. More
accurately, the person, the man, the father, and grandfather we knew and
loved, departed some time ago, and the shell he left behind — ravaged
by Alzheimer’s and dementia — has now died.

Morton, Morty, Dad, Pop, Poppy — you were dearly loved, and you will
always be remembered, as you were before — full of life, love, and fun!

Of course, we’ll feel sad at times and miss you, but we won’t be able
to keep from smiling when we think about your larger-than-life
personality, singing, performing, and clowning around! Rest In Peace
now Morty.

— the Haikook —

Here are a few other haiku I wrote, in a stream of consciousness and feelings, when I heard the news last night:

>> It was just a shell / you could hear the sea in it / for a little while.
>> A selfless body / lingered on, confused for years / now rejoins its soul.
>> Ex-wife’s family / forever mine, through children / I share in the loss.
>> Memorable man / my former father-in-law / fondly remembered.
>> His self departed / a while back, left a shell / that looked familiar.
>> Though it looked like him / he left it a while ago / a shell, now broken.